20X Vanity Mirror

OK...so here is my first posting about my woes on getting older.  I was looking in my 20X mirror the other day and normally,  I just put my face in it and look at just one thing...like my eyes to put eyeliner on etc.  Well, this time I just happened to take a step back and look at the full picture.  Sheesh!  What a scare that was...I saw some things in that mirror that was just down right depressing.  Let's just say that I wasn't asking it "who was the fairest in the land " for fear that I might actually break the stupid thing with laughter!  Wholly Crap!  When did I get old?  It's not like just one thing is getting old...like there are wrinkles in places where wrinkles are just WRONG!  Again...how did  this happen?  After reality hit me about how I was nearing the age of the Crypt Keeper, I in a panic,  started looking for dermatologists that specialized in skin repair and conditioning on the good old Internet...like that was going to help my current situation.  I have to admit that by frantically searching the Internet for some type of magic youth serum in the form of an expensive dermatologist, I actually started to feel better that I was "grabbing the getting old" bull by the horns.  When I had settled on my dermatologist, and I talked about it with my other half, I was set on looking into getting a skin analysis and some form of treatment schedule for my middle aged skin cells.  Going to bed that night, I felt better about what I had decided my going forward plan was going to be for my current skin affliction.  Waking up the next morning, I avoided looking at the whole sad picture in that damn 20X mirror, and with a bound and determined plan, I told myself that I was going to make that call to try to stop this thing called “aging” from happening. 
 OK so do you remember the first line of this post I said "...the other day..." ah yeah...so it has been over a month, since I had the encounter with the 20X mirror and I have still...NOT...called that damn dermatologist.  I did however, buy some eye cream, lip wrinkle treatment in the form of some crazy lip gloss, and some 1000+ SPF (well not really...I don't think SPF goes that high!) anti-wrinkle "night cream" at my local drug store.  What the hell right?  I have turned into my mother!  My poor daughter is going to have nightmares about her mother chasing her around the house trying to give her a good night kiss with smelly, nasty, cold cream smothered all over her face!  If any of you readers out there, had mothers who did this...you know EXACTLY how sad that last visual really is!   I have NO idea why I have NOT called the dermatologist...I blame it on work, my child, my husband being on travel etc. but as I sit here penning this Blog, I really think that the reason why I have not called is because that would be my first step in my “12 Step Middle Age Acceptance Anonymous” program…admitting that I am getting old.  I prefer to ignore that fact all together…well at least for now...